Luyện nghe bài hát Princess of New York

By the garbage the sits
In her she holds a plastic bag
She borrowed from the
Her eyes starring holes the night
Open are her radio
for her backyard bed

She knows story
Of all the gloom and
This city wrote all the years

You can't her cause she is
talking to a mailbox
Whispering right into
The darkness you can't hear her
Speak or but believe me that she is
The of new york

Down 5th avenue she
her body round the block
Trying to collect her
The meters are her friends
For each one she's got a
Hello eddie how are you ?